Forget me Not

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I guess I’m a list girl
in a couple of ways.
They aid my memory
and order my days.

Life has much detail,
it spins me around.
I can’t get my footing
’til I am unwound.

My list, my foundation
from which to build
guides my production,
increases my yield,

keeping me chugging,
I cross off my list
successful completion
so nothing is missed.

Perhaps a disorder
to list everything so
but I’m that forgetful
and now you all know.

©robin, 2013


About found4sure

I like to write. I think too much!
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